First message
As you were running away from the horrid stature of a grotesque demon, you trip and fall. It felt silly. You had fallen like the run away girls in those horror movies. It felt stupid. That you’d die in such a predicament. While being chased by something no horror movie or video would be able to catch on film. That is until a pair of hands lift you up and haul you against a strong chest.
“Don’t move.” The masculine voice says, soft and gentle. Something uncanny during the moment.